Dec 19 2008
Perspective
Perspective
Life is so much about perspective. I ambled along with the flow of the world in many areas for most of my adult life. Any veering off the well-trodden path, and I would actually get “spooked”. Even when I got saved and began to mature spiritually, I held on to such rigid beliefs and standards.
Case in point: work. We all have to work, we all gotta make a living, all need to have some sort of job, vocation, occupation, or what have you.
Right?
That’s the most logical plan, the most popularly taught and believed plan, the easiest one to flow into. Forgive me in advance, but, the next few lines are going to sound a whole lot like Robert Kiyosaki, k?
From almost the cradle to the grave, we are, en masse, taught to go to school, get good grades so we can graduate with high credentials and then we can get a good job in a respectable field making really good money that will be our saving grace for our families, our lifestyles and our retirements one day.
Line all your ducks in a row. Color only within the lines. Stay behind the dotted line. Don’t come out of your cage, Johnny, and maybe one day you can grow up to be a hamster spinning a wheel just like we are!
Just like most in this country, I grew up with the belief that work equates job, specifically, corporate job. I used to sincerely believe that the ultimate existence (next to developing a cult following in the Church of Celebritydom/Hollywood) was plugging into the Corporatocratic Matrix. If I did that, I could consider myself a “contributing member of society”. I could hold my head high, simply because of my “job”. I could actually attend my high school reunion, this time, because I could confidently talk about what I have been up to. My worth, my self-image, my very identity was my glitzy, techno-geek-titled, headquarters-stationed ‘J.ust-O.ver-B.roke’.
To exacerbate the delusion, I was one of very few African-Americans to ever come through the entire floor, not just my department of that corporate branch, and I was the first and only woman throughout my stint there.
Talk about a poster girl, that was me!
The saddest part of the delusion was that I was nothing more than a glorified babysitter for what amounted to an email queue. No expertise needed, a homeless bum off the street could do my job. And my salary was fine for my hometown of Detroit, MI, but was considered just above poverty level, according to the housing authorities, for a single, no-dependents adult living in the city of Los Angeles. Yeah, the standard of living is that much higher, everything costs insanely more here.
O, but I had all the trappings of looking good: awesome title, great work station (it looked like a miniature version of NASA), full benefits package, corporate HQ office right on the Sunset strip.. Got a newly remodeled apartment (studio-$1k/mo.) and bought a new(er) Corolla and ordered my obligatory, good quality, cheap-but-cool Ikea furniture.. Hooked up my DSL, registered my domain names.. the whole bit.
Then revelation plopped in my lap one evening.
I had suspicions, as you well know, about the strange stalking/mobbing activity going on around me. Years this had been going on. I knew, when it followed me across the country, that it was bigger than I thought. I just didn’t know how much bigger.
I saw two movies. The first was America: Freedom To Facsism , by the late, great Aaron Russo, and End Game , by Alex Jones. It all began to come together.
What I could not understand, though, was, why was I being attacked, “targeted”, if you will? How was I such a threat? I am just one person, after all, amid hundreds of millions. Then, I got it. Really, I perceived it, by revelation.
Even one miniscule act of “disobedience”, even just one rebel, one act of civil disobedience, even, must be squelched by this bunch. Must be, lest others observe what she is doing, how she is surviving, how she is thriving, and get the same notion in their heads. Its like a virus, once another “catches” it, it begins to spread like wildfire, and then it will be next to impossible to contain. Their plans depend upon their complete control, even if only beginning with minor manipulations, the ultimate goal is to steer everything to their specs totally. Rebellion, even a little, is ultimately unacceptable.
Plans were made early for just such an event, though. It is an inevitability that we will resist, hence the plans are being implemented, at a rather hurried pace, I might add. I believe that the plan hinges on a few things, however.
One, we all have to have some sort of “job”. Someplace where we are connected to Babylon, somewhere we go every weekday. We have to be plugged in to the multiple matrices provided by Corporate America, Corporate Canada, Corporate India, Corporate UK, Corporate China, Corporate Japan, Corporate Australia…etc.
Two, we have to have some sort of categorization in terms of our spiritual beliefs. This is especially true if you are a Christian (as you will be ‘contained’ first). You must have a ‘congregation’, as it were. You have to belong to some sort of ‘denomination’ or ‘local home church’. Some place you go to weekly or twice a week to practice your beliefs. If you don’t have one, and you say you are a Christian, then one can be appointed for you, by them.
Three, we have to be connected to their Babylonian monetary system; not just connected to it, but dependent on it. It is by design that most Americans (Americans!) are just one or two paychecks away from losing their homes. That was BEFORE the banking system and stock market collapses.
We are put-near in a tailspin now..
Four, we have to keep busy. We have to be occupied, we have to stay entertained. We are not allowed to be still, to quiet ourselves, to seriously sit down and think. If we stopped, and thought, and consulted our spirits, particularly those of us directly connected to Holy Spirit, well, see, that would be bad–for them.
The plans, the existent system, and the new order (yup, as in, new world order) is dependent upon our numbing out, dumbing down, drugging out, Hollywood-intoxification. In essence, we are to be incapacitated in all ways possible, but especially mentally/intellectually, by keeping us busy, frantically putting us through our paces, entertaining us, occupying our time, scolding us for never measuring up to impossible standards of perfection, making us keep up with the Joneses (all the while artifically affecting markets, rates, currencies, etc, so we can never really get ahead, but placing the blame and guilt upon us for not doing so).. while simultaneously subliminally convincing us of how happy we are, how fortunate we are, how wonderful our lives are, how blissful the planet can be, if we just work harder, sleep less, do our jobs longer, spend less time with family at home..
Even now, many of you reading this are “spooked” by what I say. I feel ya. I was right there where you are, plugged in, so to speak.
So now that I have begun the process of ‘un-plugging’, allow me to tell about some glimpses I have been having from ‘the dark side’, if you will.
This is very much for me like emerging from a long and very dark tunnel. It is almost as if I am finally ‘waking up’ and I am detoxing from the the ‘augmentations’ of the world. Here is where perspective comes in.
Funny how when you unplug from that matrix, those still plugged in, and still deluded especially, no longer have the ability to relate to you, to converse, to interact with you. Its as if you have changed so much (even after just one day) that they feel as if they don’t know you anymore.
Most of them are not able to look beyond their cage, much less next week. Some don’t want to think years ahead, like say 10 or 20 years or so. They have little to no vision for it. Guess what? Those 10-20 years are here!
I watched what Corporate America did to my father, while he was still quite young. He was the model employee. He hardly ever took time off, he worked seven days a week, including all holidays. He did his work exceptionally well, and quickly. He gave his all to his job, to a fault. He admits today that he neglected family because of what he believed about the job. He missed my high school graduation, primarily because of his job. He came to my college graduation, but they had already begun the process of trying to eliminate him by that time.
I saw how it almost destroyed him, financially and physically. His words to me still make me tear up: “Don’t let them do to you what they did to me”. I always kept these sayings of his in heart. So, when the Lord opened windows of opportunity for me, opportunities in business, opportunities in ministry, opportunities of escape, I consulted Holy Spirit, confirmed it through various Words from Him, and decided to ‘let go’ and ‘let God’.
This can seem like a long, lonely journey. It certainly appears scary, the unknown. But I have a Promise (or three) from the Master, and I have decided to believe in them. Its so very easy to slip into despair at this stage. I am holding onto the Lord for dear life. I seek not to save my life, but to lose it in Him, for His sake. In doing so, He saves my life.
That is what I mean by perspective. To the plugged in, I seem sad, off-track, even crazy, definitely depressed, in need of counseling, should be shipped back to mommy. But..
I sense I am getting clearer, stronger in sight and in hearing God, a tighter, more focused walk in the spiritual realm, and developing a greater and closer walk toward the path of the office of the prophet. I know I am not perfect, I am human, and I am still maturing and developing, so there are things I could miss. I know God much better than I used to, though, and I know that He will send every available voice to me when I am wrong, or if I am in danger. I have purposed, and continue to purpose, in my heart to always ‘listen’ for Him, to be ultra sensitive to His leadings, His promptings.
God has had me to do some fairly wacky things these past few years. I began to feel like Ezekiel, Jeremiah, Daniel and Elijah, even Isaiah. But at the same time, He began to develop the call in me, the ministries, of words, the warrior-worshiper, the dancer, the musician, the intercessor, the dream interpreter, the prophetic mouthpiece, the individual and corporate pray-er, the courageous and the bold, and greatly lifted my self-image and my self-esteem.
I feel like I am finally getting free to pursue His ‘work’ (really, honor) full-time. I say getting because I am still learning to get one area of my life free to fully connect to Him–finances, provision. This one’s a biggie. This is the one that keeps us, and has kept me long after I knew better, tethered to the cubicle, running in that little wheel. God is faithful, He Promised that sort of freedom to me, and it is only by Him that I can get it, and only by Him that I want it, for every other way is sinking sand. The Victory is already won, though. It is already mine, I just have to keep walking it out. By Faith.
So, you see? Perspective could have this situation look extremely dire, and its exceptionally easy to flow into that current, just live normally, sleep, eat, (work) watch TV, and there you are, instant depression, just add water.
Or I could severely limit negative influences as much as possible (and that includes many people in my life, unfortunately, who are dear to me, but
are full of fear, pessimism, criticism, denigration, subjugation and unbelief) and instead, keep my mind on Him who keeps me at perfect peace, seeking first the Kingdom of God and His Righteousness. All the rest will be added to me. My sole occupation is Love.
So He says.
So I agree.
Amen
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